Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the in the mall when the power is gone
A in a corner
playin' along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever tear with you

You've got a holding
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you don't know what you baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I know what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late Jimi writer, not a heart and
I got night, enough's been said
If I had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldn't
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never found a ray ,a knot in
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you don't know you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know what you're tonight!
And if you're
And I know what you're thinking baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we don't
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
Quit acting you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like year
Glock and a glove, make you really leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the zone
Rap ain't nuttin' but an auto pitch
My girl look pretty up there, it
My pants, my solid future ...
ass, and a gorgeous coochie
I'm an outcast, but you're me
Summer got mad cause blew me
juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de
Get duked out, or get
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
Like a chimney, I me
How it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' D,
Ye ain' Bushwick, ye killin' me
Better wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin'
Keep on me, I'mma rock my pajamas
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How come blacks don't play
Y'all white, y'all can taste all this fly shit
I stay take off

Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick No you Dana Dane

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the vocals
If it ain't fix, broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it shit, goddammit
If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it flush
If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well hush
Man, they sound
Man, stole yo
Man, they look
it ain't us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dane
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Ye fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, it's all a part of the (Okay, okay)
Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I you're right!